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nothing had ever happened like that to her
before! She was truly warmed by his compliment. “Thank
you.”
     
    He took out the cigarette from his
mouth and then flicked it onto the street with his fingertips with
a snap. “Have you ever thought about modeling? I could get you some
still work by tomorrow. We need product girls all the
time.”
     
    Nancy was taken-back, “Me…A
model?”
     
    “Toots, with your looks and your
figure, you could even become a movie-star. Did you know that Jean
Harlow was discovered by Fox execs just sitting in her
car?”
     
    “Yes,” Nancy said, shaking her head,
“I read that in Look Magazine.”
     
    “That’s right, that’s right—I wrote
that article.”
     
    “You did?” Nancy asked, totally
astonished now and in awe, she felt like she was actually talking
to a movie-star!
     
    “Listen,” he said, looking across
the street. “I don’t have much time. I’m due to meet someone across
the street, but here’s my card. My name is Harold Manestry and I’m
a journalist for Look. Give my secretary a call, make an
appointment on Monday. I’m meeting with the head of MGM next week
and I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”
     
    Nancy just stood there with her
mouth wide open. MGM? Her, a movie-star? “OK,” she just nodded,
taking the card from him.
     
    “I’m going to show another casting
agent friend of mine the photo I just took of you, if you don’t
mind. I’m almost positive he’s gonna wanna meet you too. You’re
some looker!” He let go, praising her again.
     
    Nancy just smiled and then
remembered why she was there on the sidewalk in the first place.
She was on her way to see Angelo and it was probably already past
six o’clock! “Nice to meet you mister—”
     
    “Manestry. Mr. Harold Manestry, give
me a call, OK? I mean it, I’m not trying to pull the wool over your
eyes, this is serious, do it, give me a call on Monday.”
     
    “Yes, Mr. Manestry, yes I will—thank
you.” And with that, Nancy watched the gentlemen cross the street
to meet another man who had been patiently waiting for him on the
other side. She then turned in the opposite direction and headed
towards Luccardi’s.
     
    Walking on cloud nine, her future
didn’t seem so bleak and was now filled with so many possibilities.
She had just met the man of her dreams and now she might even
become the next Jean Harlow? Having just been ‘discovered’ by a
professional writer, no less…hadn’t Lana Turner been discovered
just sitting on a booth at Schwab’s? Could she be the next
undiscovered talent? On the cover of not only Look Magazine, but
Harper’s Bazaar, Picturegoer, Photoplay, Picture Show maybe even
LIFE?
     
    With her chest moving up down trying
to catch her breath, she stood on the sidewalk just outside
Luccardi’s Diner and smiled as she caught hold of Angelo working
through the window. She watched him from afar as he cleaned off one
of the tables, he was so handsome, she just couldn’t believe that
she actually met him and then, and on cue, Angelo looked up at
Nancy and smiled; waved hello. Yes, life looked too good at the
moment and her heart expanded with so much glee.
     
    They gathered at the entrance but
said nothing further; no words could express what they were
actually thinking. His look was empowered and he appeared more
attractive to her than ever before! Wearing a stained apron full of
spaghetti sauce, oils and grime from the manual labor he endured
throughout the day, his hair was all mussed up and hanging in his
face but yet Angelo Magetti was unrivaled in looks and she’d never
seen a man more sensuous in simplicity.
     
    “Nancy,” Angelo finally spoke up,
“I’m sorry. I have to work a double shift tonight; I won’t be able
to take you out.”
     
    Nancy let go a weak smile, “Oh,
that’s all right Angelo; I have to be somewhere else tonight as
well. That’s why I came here really, to let you know.”
     
    He grabbed her hand, “Till